Spring Desert Breath #poetography #MyWifesAPainter

Breath

Though like death

Like compost

That hot fetid

May be

The fucking key

To freedom

That acrid

unwashed arrogance

Born of agony

Of suffering

Of truth

Will bring forth

That breath

Hot breath

Of life

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